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Part Two The Thief's view Rolf awoke just before dawn. He could see the hint of rose colored light tinting the darkness outside the open temple doors on the far side of the single central room. He was lying on the rough bed in the cage that formed the foundation of the sorceress's dais. His eyes glanced around so as to not reveal he was awake to any that may have been tasked to watch him. The bed was still centered in the cell. There was a single table with a stool next to it to one side. The hanging oil lamp had been extinguished as he slept. The baskets still lined the wall. He did not have to look to know that he was still naked. He felt waves of humiliation wash over him that the secret he had kept hidden for so long was so easily revealed. He looked at the bars of the cage. The blue light that he had been introduced to so painfully the night before crackled and revolved around the barred door. He moved to rise to his feet from the bed; the lamp above him flared to smoky life and illuminated the cell. He looked down reflexively at the blank emptiness of his groin. Beneath his sparse pubic hair, the flat expanse of smooth featureless skin was interrupted only by the tiny hole he passed water through. He rubbed his slender arms as he spied the chamber pot beneath the bed and squatted to use it. He had always been slender, more like a girl in form; although the priest had said that he was neither boy nor girl, but something unheard of. His father had wanted to expose him as an infant, but the priest had warned him against doing so and threatened him with excommunication if the child should vanish or perish. The priest insisted that he had been born sexless as angels were and should be cared for so God's plan for this one could be made manifest. His hands reached over his shoulders to the scars crisscrossing his back. His father had often voiced his displeasure at being forced to keep him with frequent beatings in the name of not sparing the rod. The knotted scars had grown thick over the years while he had remained slender and weaker than other children his age. As he grew he learned to supplement what little his father grudgingly gave him to eat with quick hands and an increasingly well developed sense of self-preservation. He was fourteen when he first ventured to steal something that could not be eaten quickly. He left the mean village he was born in soon afterward and quickly began honing his skill as a thief. To hide his lack of physical build and deformed groin he adopted padded leather to give the appearance of what should have lay beneath the leather. Now in his late twenties he stood little changed from the frail, slender youth he had been when he left that village behind him. But in the shadow world he moved in his name was made secure long ago. Not having the brute strength of other men he relied on swiftness, guile and a pair of long daggers to make obstacles disappear. While officially, if any lord were to lay hands on him, he was to be hung, many unofficially made themselves his clients in certain circumstances. Lord Allerdyce had offered him a hefty fee to seize the sorcerer of this keep and spirit him outside of the protective barrier so he could be delivered to face that lord's justice. Once outside and slain by the lord's own hand it was thought that the barrier that had stalled the lord's recovery of his wayward daughter would quickly collapse, bringing to a quick conclusion the years of humiliation that so many warriors had failed to end. Although he would have done it just for the fee alone; succeeding where those muscle bound oafs who swung swords he could never lift had failed so many times proved to be potent encouragement. His entry was quick enough and far less difficult then he had been led to believe it would be. Other than a few shadowy figures he could never get close enough to see clearly, avoiding detection was almost an afterthought. The potion that would put the sorcerer to sleep was laughably easy to use. He was certain that he would escape undetected when the room had flashed into painful brilliance around him. Then the pain of the blue light that lashed his slender frame to a greater degree of agony than any he had ever experienced made him instantly drop the heavy body of the bound sorcerer. He had been stripped of his concealing leathers and suspended by the searing flame. He watched helplessly the taunting of his client followed by the transformation of the sleeping woman he thought Lord Allerdyce's daughter before his unbelieving eyes. He shuddered at the thought of what the sorceress who claimed to be Allerdyce's true daughter had in store for him. He would have to bide his time and wait for the opportunity to escape that would eventually present itself to him. That was the only path before him. He began to look in the baskets. One held food; bread, cheese and small hard sausages. Another held dried fruit. A bottle of what his nose told him was wine sat silently between the baskets. He shook his head at the provisions. No jailer he had ever known would waste such food on a common prisoner. He did not trust that there would not be some price waiting and left it alone. The last basket held an assortment of rough clothing. Not surprisingly, it was mostly for women, but there were some things that he could use. He slipped a grey woolen tunic over his head and bound it about his waist with the slender drawstring. He felt rather than heard a presence. As he looked up the blue light dancing along the barred door washed over him and pinned him against the cold stone of the wall. The barred door opened for Nalice, once again dressed in her red and gold robes to step through. She gestured and the light contracted from his body to reform itself as a set of chains that hobbled his ankles and bound his wrists. He watched trembling in expectation of the agony he had been lashed with a few hours ago as a section of chain lengthened and stretched across the cell gently dropping in her open palm. Nalice turned and walked away. The slack chain became taut and he lurched forward after her. Slowly, with rapid short steps he followed her down the length of the hall. As they approached the open main doors he tried to guess how long he had been sleeping. It felt as though it had been a short time, but he may have been senseless for far longer. If he had been here longer than the two day limit then another would be coming from the siege camp Lord Allerdyce occupied since he had tracked down the gypsy who bewitched his daughter and tempted her into following him. Darkness was fading from the early morning sky and there would be plenty of light around very soon. And with the light of day he needed to keep a careful watch for the places that Lord Allerdyce had said to look for. His spies were to have created hidden niches somewhere in the ruined complex where they were to hide any information gathered about any weaknesses. She paused just outside the great doors and raised both of her hands skyward. The chain in her hand she had cast free and it floated motionless in the air beside her. He thought for a moment that she was facing the rising sun, but her direction was much too far south for that to be true. More of the blue fire danced between her fingers in strands no thicker than a spider's web. She was speaking noiselessly as she did so. He had long since learned to read lips early in his career. It was a useful skill that allowed him to glean valuable information without the speaker realizing that their secrecy had been breached. But he could not recognize the words she was silently speaking. They matched none of the languages that he knew. Despite her releasing the chain he was unable to move. He watched silently as she completed her ritual. At its conclusion the thin filaments left her outstretched palms and coalesced into one of the small blue balls he had seen her use earlier. It floated above her rising into the dawn and dissipated. Her hands slowly dropped down to rest at her sides. The waiting chain slipped back into her palm like a well trained hound. She continued as if she had never stopped walking and Rolf hurriedly shuffled behind her. The shadows from the night were rapidly fading as the light slowly increased. The first early morning birds began to stir and make weak warbling song to greet the light. She was walking to the north. To the cliff that formed the northern edge of the temple complex. A few feet from the edge she stopped. Rolf felt the tugging of the chain as it compressed and forced him past her. He felt the chain shifted from pulling to pushing him as he passed her. It rattled softly as it extended behind him. He began trying to back up as he approached the cliff's edge. The dirt and small pebbles rolled under his feet. He knew that the futile effort he was making did little more than gouge shallow scrapes in the earth but he couldn't stop himself. Now he stood inches away from the edge. The pressure from the chain behind him ceased. All he could hear was the blood thundering in his veins from his rapidly pumping heart. His jaw strained to open. The scream of fear lodged helpless in his throat. He stood there held fast and motionless. Long minutes crawled by. He waited for the final push over the edge. He wanted to close his eyes but he had been robbed of even that much control. Would she still keep him frozen? Would he be trapped open eyed and silently screaming as the stones below rushed up? His mind raced. In all the years he had lived as a thief he knew that one day someone who had more power than he would choose to end him when there was no longer a need for him or even only a convenient reason to allow him to remain alive. There was always the chance that regardless of his skill, that no matter how much preparation he made he would be caught and killed. Here on the cliff he was certain down to his bones that moment was only inches away. He could not move to free himself and at least die fighting in some way. He could not speak and use his wit to attempt to convince his captor he would be better left alive for the moment. He could only stand there. A silent statue of flesh waiting for an outcome that he had no way to mitigate or influence. The minutes grew longer. The thunder of his heart and the rush of blood slowed. The adrenaline pumping in his veins gradually ceased as he neither moved forward or backward. His eyes focused unbidden on the land beneath him. As the darkness faded from the land below he saw more revealed in the gathering light. The dusty road that cut through the wooded foothills stretched on into the distance. The shapes beneath him resolved themselves from humps and clusters of shadow into the rocks, brush and trees of the woodlands below. In the far distance he could see the edge of the town this temple may have served in the past before the Church had claimed this land for the faith. In the west the brightening sun had fully risen just above the horizon. The early morning birdsong had grown louder as more had joined in to greet the new day. "Turn and behold" her heard Nalice say to him. His heart began to thump again. He stood at her mercy and he knew that she had none. His feet moved woodenly as control of them was restored to him. He faced her standing silently again a bare few feet away. Behind her the complex sprawled in the morning sun. His heart quailed within him. This was no ruin. The grounds and buildings stood restored in front of him. Fountains pumped water in sprays from hidden water sources. The buildings stood untouched by fire or time. The broken columns stood upright and complete. The roof tiles of the bath he had seen moonlight passing through hours before stood whole; the towers unbroken and the wall intact. Above the overhanging hill he had used to lower himself down the harpy he had seen created was wheeling in slow circles overhead and finally coming to rest in the tower he had heard her directed to take as a nest. At the far end, just beyond the white stone of the temple the triple gate stood intact. The main gate stood barred shut. The smaller gates stood open with several of the half human creatures he saw the night before clustered near them. Others prowled along the walls keeping a watchful eye on what lie beyond them. His eyes wanted to blink. He knew what he had seen when he entered. He had touched the damage with his own hands. He had stepped over fallen, broken stone in his effort to approach silently. This could not have been done in a few hours. The thought that he had been kept senseless for far longer that even a single night rose first in his thoughts. Then the thought that this had been done with the power Nalice had already demonstrated to him followed it. Nalice began walking toward the walls. Rolf was forced to follow as the chain spread out to its full length. She walked silently up the steps to the parapet above. They walked in silence until they stood facing the direction of Lord Allerdyce's siege camp. The land along the walls had been swept clear of the trees and undergrowth he had seen as he had probed for an unseen way in. In places where he strongly remembered seeing sprawling overgrown forest he could now see small clumps of men gathered together. When the men moved he could see that they were carefully doing so to avoid revealing themselves. Rolf and Nalice stood and watched as they moved in concealment that they failed to see no longer existed. He saw the position that he had chosen to make his observations bare and empty of the thicket he had judged would hide him. The horror he felt as he understood how completely they had been deceived hammered his mind. Eyes could not be trusted, ears whispered reassuring lies and even now he could not trust that what was here before him was even real. "You are waiting for the next one to come." Nalice said quietly. Rolf could only stay unmoving and listen. "If you have not thought so yet, it would only be a short time before you would consider the chance of rescue. Of course the possibility of liberation is so very small. My father would not spare a thought for you. Even now you see that what is inside my walls is not what is seen outside of them." "You also believe that you need only endure a few hours. You may be already considering how you may aid another at the first chance you have. You are mistaken. Time is what I will it here. I could keep you here for centuries and there would be no one who would know. Not even you." Rolf tried to comprehend the meaning of that. Had he been sleeping for years? Had time passed so much in a single night? Nalice raised her left hand and pointed to her father's distant camp. "There sits my father. He squats behind his earthworks with his men scurrying around him. He spends his time plotting and sending tools against me. He sees this place as a trap holding me fast. He does not see that it is as I wish it to be." she said. She dropped her hand is a swift cutting gesture and Rolf stood there on the walls watching trees shoot forth as saplings and swell into mighty stands of old growth forest. Brush and lichen, flowers and grasses moved and shimmered in rapid growth and death. The men in front of them vanished into the thick forest. As quickly as it had grown he saw it fade away. Stands of trees thinned and faded into grasslands while the men noticed nothing around them. "Outside or inside, I mold either like clay. You are free to tell yourself the lies you have given to yourself all of your life. It will not change that. Now and forevermore, you are as I allow you to be." She began walking again down the length of the wall. When they reached a set of access stairs she walked slowly down them as the chain forced him to follow. Once they were again within the compound she began slowly walking toward the bathhouse. They reached the central door and she led him inside the dim entrance. Once inside he was surprised to find the building better lit than it should have been. Mirrors in the roof caught the early light of day and banished the shadows he remembered from his brief encounter with this place. The cold marble of the floor chilled his bare feet. The blue mosaic he had seen imperfectly before stood in the sunlight larger and far more beautiful than he realized. It wrapped around the length of the walls. An intermingled display of various flowers, birds and insects made of thousands of blue stones in every shape and hue. In one end of the open room, water steamed in a smaller pool while a larger pool stood clear and untouched. Nalice let the chain fall to the ground. "This one is filthy." She said. "His odor offends me. See that he is cleansed and returned to his cage unharmed." She turned and left the room. Rolf stood still unable to move. The chain had withdrawn into his manacles once again. He was looking for whomever the sorceress was speaking to when he was seized around the waist and carried above the pool of steaming water. He glanced down at the thick scaly muscle wrapped around his waist and again wanted to scream. The powerful muscles of a long mottled serpent's tail had wrapped around him pinning him firmly in her grasp. The long body trailed upward into the rafters above. The naga he had seen the night before as he reckoned it held him firmly suspended over the water. He expected she would drop him in the steaming water, but she slowly lowered him instead. Like water herself she flowed fluidly from the rafters above and plunged below the surface. As the water foamed around he could feel her coiling about him. Nalice watched the naga playing with the thief from her chair. She was pleased so far with what she had wrought. The seeds she had planted within his mind had already started bearing fruit, shaping his reality with each twist of the sculptress's hand. Right now the naga had wrapped him in her coils, but without using any real pressure. The thief's face was chalk-white. Her binding kept him helpless as she needed him to be to further mold him. She watched for a moment and twitched her fingertips adjusting the flow of time around him to drag out the sensations battering his senses. Her hand slipped beneath her robe and began casually stroking her lips and clit. No matter how many times it had happened the stripping of their manhood was always one of her favorite parts of this game. She gazed at her scrying bubble; the naga had embraced him and was forcing his head between her breasts. Nalice smiled and slipped a single finger inside of her depths. Each time her playthings reality shifted it was an even greater rush than the last time. The latest one had bound all of his self-identity into his strength. Without that strength as he defined it he had collapsed into all he despised in other men. The naga was licking him all over now, her forked tongue lightly dancing over his many erogenous zones. She considered viewing his thoughts but decided instead to watch. She knew mostly what she would find already. His mind would be confusing mixture of overwhelming pleasure stemming from all over his body and no longer a single point and total absolute helplessness entwined with the pleasure. Complete despair collapsing into submission as he was forced over and over into being nothing more than a vessel for another's lust. She slipped another finger into herself while her thumb rubbed against her clit. The naga had moved her body between his legs and was steadily grinding against his empty groin. Nalice began arching her fingers within her cunt. She shifted her back slightly so she could reach her g-spot while her thumb rubbed harder on her clit. She felt the rush of her own orgasm building. Now the naga was thrusting the tip of her tail steadily in and out of his mouth. Nalice's cunt began to spasm and she leaned back into her chair as her hips began bucking in time with her fingers. Her final thrust as it broke left her body shaking for long minutes. She would enjoy the next part of her game so very much. She always did. It felt like years before his heart stopped pounding. He was back in the cage again. His naked slender body lay motionless on the rude bed. The fear that had gripped him as the naga used him over and over while she bathed him had only grown more intense with each moment. At the same time he was also overwhelmed with the unfamiliar pleasure he had been forced to feel as well. Sexual contact for him had always been an alien concept. That he could feel any pleasure from it was as nerve wracking as the fear. He had always felt great distaste for the act of sex itself. Before he had left the village forever his only sexual contact had been when the bigger stronger boys had taken turns buggering him. One boy in particular had taken great delight in doing so. He had been the leader among them. He had come into his man's strength young and took every opportunity to impress his dominance over others every time he could. When he beat all of the other boys the older men would smile and praise him. They would tell him how much of a gift his size and strength was. How it showed to all the depth of God's favor to him. It was he that organized the tortures great and small for the slender youth Rolf became. It was he that organized the first gang rape of Rolf by all of the boys in the village. He had argued to them that no matter what the priest said that this was no boy. A lack of a girl's hole did not matter either. This weak contemptible thing would only ever serve superior men and they were doing it a favor by allowing it to service them. He always went first though. Rolf remembered the beatings they gave him after each time he was caught for daring to try to run in the first place. How they held him down with his face turned behind him so he could watch the massive prick approach him. The searing pain that accompanied the first thrust, the taste of his tears as ringleader used him roughly; the boy always took more pleasure from forcing him than he did from the act. The feel of his cheek being forced against whatever they had chosen to bend him over this time as he was forced to watch the ringleader afterward enjoy watching the others have their turn because he had made them do so. Eventually Rolf became stretched from the constant rape and the pain lessened but with time came more creative means of humiliating him. When he finally escaped the pathetic little village he never had use for any form of sexual touch. From the shadows he watched men like his childhood tormenter boast and fuck like beasts and each time his contempt and hatred for them grew deeper. He began seeking means to humiliate them. His hate raged as a steady fire within him leading him to seek circumstances where they had failed. This commission was to be the crown of success in his humiliation of men like that village boy. But this experience was different. Not having allowed himself any means of discovering his own pleasures the idea that he could even get pleasure in the slightest form was a total shock. As the unfamiliar feelings sparked within him and swept over him he could not understand what was happening. It was only when the naga forced his legs apart and began grinding against him that it even began to occur to him that what he felt could be connected to sexual pleasure. When she used her forked tongue to tantalize him his fear spiked. But mixed in with that fear the pleasure that seemed to stretch out forever hammered him in ways he was totally unprepared for. When at the end of the bath she forced the tip of her tail between his lips he found himself eagerly suckling it. His tongue was wild to return to the naga even a small taste of what he had received. But it was over now and he lay limp and unmoving. He felt the pressure of the chains as they formed around his wrists and ankles. The door swung open and he felt himself being dragged from the bed and hauled into the air in front of the platform. He dangled limply there. The gypsy he had drugged had returned to his seat and sat there silently as Nalice hauled Rolf higher into the air. She bent down and placed her cheek against the still gypsy. "See, my love. I bring you the one who tried to take you from me." She whispered. "Look at him as he hangs like meat in the larder." She moved her ear over his mouth for a moment and then rose up. "Of course he will be punished my love, but tonight he will pleasure your eyes." She said. "I will do it now just for you to see and he will return for your delight again and again." She gestured again and Rolf watched as the chair slowly slid back across the floor of the dais. He was drawn down from the height he had been suspended from. The energy flared blue and stretched between the manacles forming a broad flat surface. It lowered and came to rest on the rail overlooking the room. He felt his head being forced down and to the side so that he had no choice but to gaze behind him at the sorceress standing there. Energy sparked and built between her curved fingers. Within the ball of lightning he saw a dim shape form and began to unfold. The eerie fire licked at the shape and began to fall away. When the fire finally died away there in her hands floated a massive cock. At least a foot long with a long tapering root twisted slowly in the air behind where she gripped the base. His body tensed as she stepped out of her robes. He watched helpless as she slowly eased the root inside herself until it nestled in place and stood out from her long and thick. As she approached she did so slowly deliberately. This advance was steady, relentless. Each step echoing in his ears as his helplessness was magnified. With each step the rampant cock bobbed as it came closer; he recognized it he thought briefly. For a moment the thought came to him that perhaps his childhood tormenter had supplied it. The flash of hatred for that long ago man that he kept burning in his heart briefly flashed and warred with his rising fear as he felt the cockhead nudge his inner thigh. Rolf braced himself. He knew what was coming next. He waited for the familiar feeling of violation. He felt her holding him with one hand as she positioned the head to penetrate him. The lower tip of Nalice's summoned cockhead brushed against his anus. He tried to will his eyes closed but failed. He felt it moving into position. He saw it extending from him to the she-male's crotch. He waited for the inevitable thrust. But still it did not come. Nalice adjusted the head lower still until it was firmly pressed against the smooth skin at the center of his spread legs. She moved forward slightly and he felt it burrow into him slightly. He was confused. It had been years since he had last been buggered but this was nothing like that. She pressed in deeper. He felt his nerveless flesh fold around the thick head just enough to barely hold it. His thoughts became slow and more difficult to hold in his mind. Nalice released the cock and moved her hand until she was holding both of his hips and as he watched she slowly pulled him toward her. He felt it move deeper within him. The thought that she would enslave him as a beast man began to form in his dulled mind. Slowly Nalice pumped into him. Each thrust plowing a little deeper into his unresponsive flesh. He felt the alien sensation of something moving inside seeking his center. She withdrew and slowly sank into him until more than half of it was buried deeply within him. He could not match the sensation to anything he had ever known. He was not being buggered yet he could feel the thick shaft sinking deeper into him moment by moment. Most of it was within him now. Already her wide hips were starting to push against his inner thighs. A few more thrusts and he felt her fully enveloped by his flesh. He saw the blue light flare slightly and waited for it envelop him and for the changes to begin. But to his surprise very little changed, he was untouched. He felt the board folding up changing how he was being held. His ass was raised high in the air now with his body angled down. His head hung limply straight down giving him a clear view of the thick cock buried between his legs. Her hands began to push and pull against his hips. He watched as the long cock withdrew from him and sink in again. She stopped when it was halfway out and quickly thrust deeply back inside him. The sudden thrust made him grunt softly. He felt it sliding inside him. Every few thrusts afterward she would thrust suddenly, deeply inside him. The first time she did he felt a little pain, it felt like there had been a slight tearing feeling but the stinging faded quickly. As he watched the long cock pumping in and out of him he saw it began to glisten with moisture. Just a little at first and the more until it was coated and slippery and moved easily inside of him. With each deep thrust he found himself making involuntary grunts. Nalice began pumping more furiously inside him. With each thrust he became more aware of the sensation of how it was moving inside of him. Each thrust was coming so quickly now that his grunts were blending together. He began to feel even more sensitive with each thrust until a wave of feeling suddenly flooded outward. He felt a deep moan shudder from his throat and then another as Nalice jack hammered his increasingly sensitive opening. He felt the head swelling inside of him and as it pounded within a massive wave of ecstasy radiated out from his center. The grunts he had been making rose in tenor to cries that sharpened in pitch and erupted rapid fire from his open mouth. How he could breathe with the constant moaning erupting from his mouth didn't matter to him. Just the waves within him that made the moaning an imperative mattered. Nalice dug her sharp nails into his hips and seated her cock deep inside of him. He yelped as he felt it began pulsing. The rush of wetness deep inside his core caused a massive flood of intense pleasure to electrify him all the way to the tips of his extremities. The moans became a gasping howl. His heart hammered and his breath came in ragged gasps. He felt the thick cock began to slowly pull out of him. Inch by inch as it withdrew from inside him he involuntarily tried to grip it with his parted flesh and keep it in place. As more and more of it slid out slick with his juices he began to feel the hollow emptiness it had left within him and spasm of contractions that marked its exit from his new opening. Each spasm giving him micro bursts of pleasure tinged with disappointment at the emptiness revealed. The head of the cock popped free of him. He felt the chill of the air on his wet orifice. Dimly he was conscious of the energy lifting him and of floating down into the cell to be dumped without ceremony into the rough bed below. He felt the chains leave his limbs and sensed the energy moving to bind with the bars holding the door shut again. Now that he could move again he slowly shifted his body in the narrow bed. A single hand drifted down to between his thighs. His cautious fingers eased over his mound and slipped between her wet engorged labial lips. She felt the familiar looseness she had always felt after she serviced a man. She cupped her slippery lips feeling them fold around one of her fingers. She eased onto her side with her hand between her legs as she often did after sex. "Sleep" Nalice said to her from above. "Things will be different tomorrow."